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’Tis the season - light up the tree
Gluttony and merriment, comfortably
Under the cover with wifey - She get mad at me
When I turn the heat up to seventy, we technically
Lower class, feeling like I made it though
Got riches you can’t pay for, I pay it forward
Could give a little more, but right now
I’m in my own world, selfish
Trying to see her smile as she unwraps the twelve gifts
I mean, that’s one for every day of this, right?
I don’t know, but it’s all I could afford
You can blame the elves if
It’s not to your satisfaction
Or blame Santa’s fat ass for not fitting down the chimney
It’s so simple when it’s just you ’n me
I mean, me ’n U.. PS
I got package for days,
Stuff your stocking, now I’m talking in a way you do not approve
But hey, I’m just a dude your honor - exhibit A

Aye - this that part where I break it down, you know..
I don’t think anybody of importance has ever said anything like this but:
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU..
And those legos, I mean honestly I could probably use some new socks..
Maybe something else, but 50 dollar limit.
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOUUUUU -
(Wishlist)

Got me singing like..
Baby - It’s a cold, cold world outside (true)
But we in here where everything is alright (right, right)
Blessed for the time being
With the presence of my queen
This that card from us, to all our family and friends..
Joy and good tidings we extend
Might never see peace on earth
But we can dream, we can love, we can think freer

Freezer-burn is the climate
Murderous primates - highly opposed to highly evolved
The writings on wall, we lock up the authors
Burn the books and keep the ages darker..

The age of Obama, we still fighting a race war
Fighting a faith war - no humanity
Mammals, we love inciting the flame thrower
The streets hot, and in the comments thread the trolls stay warm

Burn babylon starting with the home address
No regrets, no progress
Just empty promises and more oppressed
My new year’s resolution is to stop all the pollution
No emissions when we burn this cloud fuel - listen!

Baby - It’s a cold, cold world outside (true)
But we in here where everything is alright (right, right)
Blessed for the time being
With the presence of my queen
This that card from us, to all our family and friends..
Joy and good tidings we extend
Might never see peace on earth
But we can dream, we can love, we can think freer

Track Name: Sun Transitions

I loop the drums, something loosened up
Sloppy sounding like the loop is drunk
I’m sober as a mug though, who’d a thunk?
Fighting lucifer, like “why you losing bruh?”
I guess the Jesus on my other shoulder is diesel
And the dark lord feels intimidated
Like a five-year-old holding onto Hulk Hogan (sigh)
Damn that last bit of paraphrasing got me very angry
Exasperated, this is not a statement
It’s just emotion, I’m close to vacant
Numb - that’s what they want
These greedy fucks got enough, I must hold onto some
This years been rough beyond social injustice
Lost some people I loved,
Gained a new sufferance..
Ask D.T.S. bout that ANX
That flush feeling all on my face
Faster and faster goes the heart rate..
Sort of like I’m waiting for the shrooms to hit,
But I ain’t doing shit..
There’s no peak, it’s all bleak
And it gets worse before it exits room,
sense of doom impending soon
Then the storm dies down..
But the clouds still loom
And I know it’s only a matter of time
So I’m trying to outrun the gloom
And these headaches have been strange too
Asked my doc if it’s a brain tumor
If I’m misinformed you can blame google
‘Cuz everything can be linked to a brain tumor..
And he said.. “Umm, let’s hold off on the MRI,
There’s no red flags, you can walk in a line,
And plus, you might not like what it finds” (what does that mean?)
“I’m not saying it’s not in your future,
but first let’s try drugs and some acupuncture”
Man this shits rad, thanks Thirty
I wonder what’s the plan for my next birthday..

Track Name: WB2014

Once every 5 years (Something like that..)
Snowmageddon, snowpocalypse
WINTER BLAST

I watch as it all falls..
And blankets the whole floor
The city looking virgin pure (so beautiful)
Might forget - somewhere, someone is doing worse than you are
So let’s go.. Fourth and Burnside, Right 2 Dream 2
Yeah, there’s a price on FREE too..
I’ll describe the scene: hard luck,
It’s not just hard drugs and fiends
Mental illness and runaway teens
All walks of lost souls buckle under they demons
Outside factors, unseen forces..
Call ‘em what you will, they’re at play
In determining which of us shelter evades
This is the hand that you’re dealt, no exchanges (don’t like it?)
Blame the dealer, blame the game
Blame yourself for sitting down at the table
But what choice did you have? What’s free will?
We’re either pushed out the womb or surgically removed
Premature with no tools
No logic, no reason, no empathy..
Just lumps of potential energy
As the brain develops, the burden reveals its girth
’Til like Atlas’ back, we feel this world
And some would say, to shed its weight is to fully awaken
I’m working towards that point but I’m not quite at it
If I were, I probably wouldn’t need to write this passage
If it feels good I might make it a habit
If it feels great, shit paint me an addict
I medicate but struggle with moderation
I liberate from these constructs through meditation
End of the day, I just count my blessings,
Say thanks, and reserve my questions
Some of which might just keep me up at night stressing
But I wouldn’t trade this life for any others, if I’m destined
For destitution I might eat those words
But if the soup kitchens open, I’mma eat there first
All the riches on this earth sleeping next to me in bed
And as a wise man once said, it’s all bad..
‘Cuz even if our love never dies, both of us will
Most likely not together so one of us has to deal
With that loss, it all goes back to shedding that weight
Easier said than done when God taketh his gift away
Somewhere a millionaires dying with a needle in his arm
And a sober homeless man is catching hypothermia
And they’re both good people, but this was just their hand dealt
So build it while you can kids, then watch that snowman melt

Track Name: Xmas In Gotham

We seeking vengeance like batman
With the vision of Burton
It’s Christmas in Gotham
Something sinister lurking
No penguin, just pigs gone berserk
It's nothing new but lately there’s been a surge
Citizens march peaceful but teetering on the verge
Of putting down the picket signs and picking up burners
If there's no consequences, no indictments
Just donations and paid leave..
What’s the point of keeping triggers on safety?
I’ve seen the homie talking reckless on facebook
Like these protests are aimless, need to take this to phase B
If you’re down to sacrifice, let’s make a change - please
Meet me at the crib, peep the mission in HD
That's when I'm like dang dude..
You know what the NSA do..
What happens when they show up to HQ?
Educated radical, Islam the faith too
Just ask ThunderThief..
That white van posted up the street
On the flip side of the same concern for him,
Wonder what he's prepared to sacrifice in the name of furthering the cause
‘Cuz I don't want to see him lose his life
But the odds are against him anyways ‘cuz his skin..
So the mental juggle begins..
I want peace but at the end of the day, change is historically a violent affair
Smell denial in the air..
In a country founded on bloody revolution, slave labor, and general barbarian terror.

Seasons (hands up)
Greetings (don't shoot)

Holiday lights above the riot squad
this is not a silent night

Seasons (hands up)
Greetings (don't shoot)

Holiday cheer to fuel consumers
But the stores have been looted

He's not (hands up)
Breathing (don't shoot)

They won't loosen their grip, but refuse to admit they’re wrong

He's not (hands up)
Even (doing shit!)
With these pigs it’s submit or die.. We up against the empire

Let's keep this race shit out in the open
It’s black art, black culture - I'm a guest and I'm hoping
My good intention and love get me a pass for respect
But I'm not about to sound as earnest as a Macklemore text
Look, say what you'll say but facts don't lie..
This systems built to fail black lives..
And across the board, the common thread, those saying it's not about race
Just happen to be the least qualified to make such claims..
Back to my dilemma - do I reach out to dude and say chill,
Forgot to mention he's an artist that’s incredibly skilled
And I don't want to see him trade his truthful voice for brute force
But perhaps it's not my place to intervene..
Staring at the screen, social chaos the scene
Stumble on the page of a white cop who praised Wilson’s “nice shot”
This wasn’t a shock..
But on the same page, he praised a song by Black Star (Damn)
Mind blown, how such messages lost

Seasons (hands up)
Greetings (don't shoot)

Holiday lights above the riot squad
this is not a silent night

Seasons (hands up)
Greetings (don't shoot)

Holiday cheer to fuel consumers
But the stores have been looted

He's not (hands up)
Breathing (don't shoot)

They won't loosen their grip, but refuse to admit they’re wrong

He's not (hands up)
Even (doing shit!)
With these pigs it’s submit or die.. We up against the empire